reply Anne Kenny , 5 years ago
Really enjoyed reading some of your descriptions of landscape: ‘shrouded in pink mist in the lowering sunlight, with occasional black ridges, like the backs of prehistoric monsters jutting above the valleys glow.’ Love the imagery. Found details such as children playing barefoot in the snow contrasted with you both shivering and then the image of man reading the the story book to a rapt audience very engaging. Look forward to reading more! 🙂
Sorry to read about your loss Bob. Seems like you had some great adventures together. Lovely to pay tribute to her in this way.
reply Chris Drachenfels , 5 years ago
Hi Bob, whow I did find you on twitter and our kids dug out your home page from facebook 😉 I kept looking for you since quite some time…… Not sure whether you remember me….. I am the guy who helped emptying the cesspits at Frank and Regine’s place in Kautokeino. Would really love to talk to you again…. have you got a phone number to call? Kirsten and I did visit you once in Manchester when you drove us up to Scotland to visit your sister Teresa and Steve. You tought me all my English…. bought our camper and came along with us canoeing on River Isar…… I still remember your request where you wanted “a little bit more wiskey in the Isar water” 😉
Kirsten is just diging out our old pictures if you send us an e-mail address we could contribute a little to your gallery 😉
Cheers, Kirsten and Chris
A fine piece of writing Bob – very evocative.
reply Linda Zupancic , 4 years ago
Bob, you are a rare treasure trove of adventure stories, your tours were not for the faint of heart. I have visited mostly Central and South American cultures and have had some unnerving times but not life threatening that we know of. ?
reply Alex , 3 years ago
Love it ! This will save me getting in a plane and going on a holiday; nice to be a ghost companion 🙂
reply Anne , 3 years ago
Really love the detail in this one Bob and definitely relate to the idea of the open road as a symbol of freedom.
Another modern meditation Bob, thanks… Makes me long for the open road myself remembering how happy I was when I was lost
reply Nicola , 3 years ago
This was a really interesting post. I love reading about other countries and cultures and I’ve never been to India so it’s nice to learn about it from someone who has. I like the idea of the newspapers using outdated language; it seems very quaint. Also I wonder what they were hearing when you were saying “Delhi”. Maybe it’s just your accent!
reply Janette Gordon , 3 years ago
Sounds like an incredible place Bob. 🙂
reply Karl Anders , 3 years ago
Great post, Bob! I would have loved to have been on one of those tours with you. The stories and laughs would likely have seemed endless and continued into the wee hours. But I think I wouldn’t challenge you to a drinking competition. Know that’s one I’d certainly not win.
reply Humza , 3 years ago
Sorry To Read about your loss, sir. I am sure you had quite a time. But I want to say that Quetta is like before now (peace wise). Its a place worth coming to again.
reply Ingrid , 3 years ago
What a wonderful piece of writing! Thank you Bob. I love sitting in train stations and airports. I once spent a whole day at Heathrow waiting for my family to arrive so we could set off for Egypt. It was as you describe it ❤️
Once again, a pleasure to read Bob. You speak of the world in such beautiful ways, as an adventure shared, as a wonder witnessed; thanks for the steady reminders 🙂
reply Jayita Poduval , 3 years ago
Fantastic read. I am going through it one day at a time…a slow, deep read. Love the painstaking detailing!
reply Linda Zupancic , 3 years ago
Nice work on the About Page, it clearly defines your purposes of the blog and lays out the parameters. Giving the reader reasons to read!
reply Ashleigh , 3 years ago
Hi Bob, lovely to meet you! I’ve just come across your blog for the first time and I’ve had a great little read. Thank you for taking the time to post 😊
Ashleigh x http://www.thestoryofashleighdavis.com
reply Gail Muller , 3 years ago
I love this piece so much Bob! Firstly your writing is a joy to read; it pulses and sparks with energy, experience and kindness. The content also resonates with me hugely – I am a passionate train traveller and really understand what you say about the thread that ties you to the land through the journey and that can be mapped and marked to the earth. Thanks for sharing such heartfelt thoughts and I look forward to reading more (and trying to start my own blog too! I’d love to be a travel writer most of all). Very best, G
reply mullington , 3 years ago
Wow, what a set of experiences! I’d like to know more about the foolish photo-taker… Thanks for sharing, and I firmly agree – there are good people everywhere 🙂
reply Exploration Project , 3 years ago
Fascinating read. Those pictographs are incredible and it’s interesting and a little frightening given world circumstances to consider changing climates. And wow, lighting a fire under the camel’s butt! That one surprised me.
reply Heather , 2 years ago
I was in Mexico a couple of weeks ago. There was a shooting in the town near our resort. It made us see the town as dangerous yet there was also a shooting in the city where I used to work–45 minutes from my home. Yet, I don’t see the latter city as dangerous. It’s odd how a lack of familiarity can make an entire city (or country) dangerous, whereas the danger in the city near me, because it’s so familiar, is seen as an anomaly.
reply David Cranwell , 2 years ago
Comments appreciated bro… still haven’t lost the flair for descriptive writing have you.
Beautiful. There is so much to see but is so often missed or ignored. We’ve become accustomed to being entertained by prefabricated experiences that play on our brains and now it’s difficult to relax, attend and thus see. Thank you for sharing.
reply Fiona Whiley , 1 year ago
I wonder if they appreciate that you put your lives in danger to make sure they were safe? I enjoy reading your stories about travel!
reply Jeff Hubbard , 12 months ago
Love this, Bob! I, too will remember these lines…